I know there’s no hope in holding up this weight.
It just won’t float.
Man, I tried, but the tide.
It knows no sides.
If that’s what’s not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?
[If that’s what’s not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?]

Maybe she needs love to put the bottle down.
Maybe she needs me to be around.

The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes -oh, so fair.
The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there…
With something to declare.

We’ll it’s quite possible I won’t make it out alive.
Because I’m quite sure that I could die.
Because what’s best is what’s left
When nothing is left but
The sound of the rain on your head,
A woman asleep in your bed.
Dreaming in my bed.

Something’s got to happen.
Now.
-The Annuals

Song Title: “Fair”